BECKETT: “You know, the life of a champion is fraught with a never-ending list of responsibilities. Fine, public dinners with models and dignitaries, celebrity endorsements, all on top of my rigorous training and travel schedule. The lot of you have no idea the pressures of the championship life. I mean, just look at you … how could you?”

**Crowd boo’s loudly as Beckett smirks.**

BECKETT: “But everyone respects the championship represented by my belt, here. They look up to it, and they should, now that it is in the hands of a real champion!”

**More booing.**

BECKETT: “And as the reigning Light Heavyweight Champion of the greatest professional wrestling promotion in the world today, I have extended, through our illustrious leader, Damion Black, an open invitation to all comers for a chance at my title … as though they had a chance that is.”

BLACK: “Mr. Beckett, allow me to commend you being a great fighting champion. You came out here ready to defend your Light Heavyweight championship against an unnamed opponent, and you did so without the slightest hesitation. Truly, you set an example for everyone in PWA to follow, be they champion or challenger. Your wrestling prowess is without peer and your duly-earned reputation is fearsome. As for your challenger, well… there is a bit of an issue. You see, there is a reason that your challenger for tonight’s scheduled title defense is unnamed. You see, I have been unable to determine a challenger worthy of a chance at your light heavyweight title. Spencer Watts is MIA and, let’s face it, he is hardly champion material. The former champion, Imperial Assassin, is voluntarily on a slow boat back to Japan. Two other former champions, Snow and Pantaro, are competing as a tag team. I have been reviewing candidates to find someone deserving of the chance to face you in the ring and the simple fact is that there is not one legitimate contender to be found in the Light Heavyweight division. No one is worthy of facing you for the Light Heavyweight championship. I’m sorry, Mr. Beckett, but there is simply no wrestler for you to face toni-“

** Suddenly, “Power” by Helloween echoes out over the stadium loud speaker. Black and Beckett turn toward the entrance ramp. Nikki Wyld marches out from the backstage area with a scowl on her face and a microphone in her hand.**

NIKKI: “You know… I wish I could say that I was surprised. But I’m not. Not anymore at any rate. This season in PWA has been one head-scratching mind-frick after another. I mean honestly… are we in Bizarro-land here or what? First, Damion Black flips a nutso 180 and cripples my uncle Akira over the post-season break. Then on the first Assault of the season, he flippin’ FIRES my dad for daring stand up to him. Then a week later he doubles down and tries to fire Spencer Watts and my uncle Rebel for having the balls to call him on his horse-crap. And THEN a week later, he practically hands the Light Heavyweight Championship to the scumbag standing in the ring.”

**The crowd cheers and Nikki nods enthusiastically.**

NIKKI: “And now, after ALL that, Damion Black has the nerve to tell the PWA Armada that there’s no competition in this company worthy of getting a shot at that belt? Man… just when I thought you two jagoffs couldn’t sink any lower.”

**Nikki shakes her head.**

NIKKI: “Well I’ll tell you what. I may not be the most well known Wyld in this business… but one thing I am is a fighter. Ever since I signed on here I’ve taken on every challenge put in front of me head-on. So Beckett… if you’re looking for a FIGHT, then let’s go!”

**Beckett smiles slyly and raises his microphone to speak. Before one word can leave his lips, “Fire in My Eyes” by Firelight erupts through the arena and La Nieve steps onto the ramp, microphone in hand.**

NIEVE: “I may be fairly new around here, but I know the history. Snow was considering making a play when Mr. Beckett won the belt, but he feels that meeting him in battle again would both acknowledge and legitimize his return to the company despite the contract stating he would never return. So it falls to me. You are undeserving of that belt. I will take it from you.”

BLACK: “Oh, this is just PRECIOUS! Nikki Wyld and La Nieve each think they have what it takes. You both think you have a claim to face the Light Heavyweight Champion, Brawler Beckett. You are both just so…. CUTE!” ***Damion and Beckett both chuckle and snicker.*** “Neither one of you have a winning record in PWA. Who have you beaten? Beckett, let me ask you: which one of these… darling little girls do you think deserves to get in the ring with you?”

BECKETT: **with a Cheshire grin on his face** “Ladies, I would be more than happy to grapple with either of you … or both of you together!”

NIKKI: “Oh real funny guy… frickin’ hilarious. First off… gross. Second, I absolutely LOVE the fact that you’re not taking Nieve and me seriously. It’ll make it so much sweeter when I bitch-slap the taste out of your tea-sipping, orthodontic nightmare of a mouth and take your title.”

NIEVE: “Agreed. Overlook either of us at your own peril. But I feel I should be first in line. I have, after all, been on a winning streak lately.”

NIKKI: “Look mask-chick, I respect the hell out of what you can do in the ring. But these asshats have been making my family’s life a living hell for two damn long. If anybody is going to step between those ropes and administer a well-deserved dick-kicking, it’s me!”

NIEVE: “Were we talking about fighting Mr. Black, you might have a point Miss Wyld. But we are not talking about fighting Mr. Black, we are talking about fighting Mr. Beckett, and in that case, you must see that I am the obvious person to enter this match.”

BLACK: “GIRLS! Girls! What is all the fussing about? Aww….. are you upset at the realities of your situation? Are you angry? I hope so, because I just had a brilliant thought. Hold on to your anger because tonight we will have a #1 contender match for the Light Heavyweight title! La Nieve vs. Nikki Wyld! And that match starts right now!”